Roy's heart was beating incredibly fast, anyone's would if they had a huge Midday Lycanroc on top of them, growling like crazy and preventing them from moving. Roy began to panic but he couldn't move his hands due to the Lycanroc's paws keeping them in place and its weight keeping him down. He couldn't struggle, so he began screaming.
„HEEEELPh-!” The Lycanroc had an easy solution for his prey's loud behaviour. He opened his maw as wide as possible then engulfed Roy's head, his scream getting muffled by the mouth's skin and fur. Its fangs pressing hard on his neck, almost stabbing through it. Roy couldn't see anything but darkness and feel Lycanroc's saliva coat his face in its slimy warmth. At that moment, Roy thought he would get beheaded but to his surprise, the Midday Lycanroc swallowed, pushed his head into his very tight throat, and engulfed his shoulders.
Roy felt the Lycanroc get off him before rapidly swallowing him, any attempt to struggle wouldn't result in anything. Roy felt his upper body go past Lycanroc's fangs, getting squeezed through in his neck as his legs frantically kicked the air. His head eventually reached the Pokémon's stomach, followed by the rest of him. Got curled up extremely tight by the stomach walls as Lycanroc's belly expanded in size to maintain his hefty prey.
His belly grew until it reached the ground, having a rounded form with a barely visible human outline. „Bluuauurp!” The Lycanroc let out a long burp that made his already huge belly compress on his victim, squeezing Roy further. He patted with his tongue out, exhaling heavily. He could feel his prey try to struggle and squirm only for his belly to force him back into a curled-up state.
Slowly and a little struggling, he went back inside the tent and layed down, pressing his bulging belly against the floor. Feeling his prey squirm and belly softly groan. He smiled, licking his fangs once then drifting to sleep.
Meanwhile, Roy could barely see anything, just his body being kept tightly together by the wet pink walls of the stomach and slowly rising pool of digestive acid. He tried to struggle but with every attempt, the walls just kept pressing against him tighter. The air was hot and hard to breathe, he could already feel his body going softer. He tried to scream, but nobody heard him, not even the Midday Lycanroc that ate him. The skin was too thick and the gurgles of digestion were too loud for anyone to hear his screams for help.
Roy knew what will happen if he remains there for much longer, that being the end of his life and a layer of fat on the Lycanroc. But he couldn't struggle, the slimy walls were preventing him from moving or fighting for his rapidly shrinking life. He couldn't beg for help or mercy. He couldn't do anything but wait for the Lycanroc to digest his meal like any other.
Roy closed his eyes, accepting the situation as Lycanroc's belly gurgles around him.
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